By sunset, servants had already begun moving her belongings. Two maids she had never seen before stood near Alina's small wardrobe, folding her gowns into baskets while another maid carried boxes of her belongings to the west wing.
After they were done with her room, they went to Austin's room. His room barely had any her belonging despite how much time she had spent there over the past months.
There were just a few books, a shawl draped over the armchair, her blue hairpin and a sewing basket under the side table.
Austin stood near the fireplace watching the maids work with growing displeasure.
"I want that pillow," Alina said, pointing at the pillow she used to sleep on.
The maid nodded and reached for it but
Austin grabbed it before she could touch it.
"I'll carry that."
